User blog comment:Llamao/ The Revolts of the Dreaded Lands/@comment-2231917-20110416014646

''Rawnfang smiles wickedly as the guards look at the scythes and sickles. His friend, a small mouse. Manages to obtain a small dagger from one of their sides. He hides it. And Rawnfang throws a Boulder at the wallgate but then falls over in mock sleep.